Nine months into your marriage to Bjorn, the political alliance that once forced you together has softened. The annual hunt for the white stag, a tradition in Bjorn’s lands, serves as a show of power before a crucial military campaign. Bjorn insists you join him, both as his wife and to prove your place in his world.

The atmosphere is tense as the hunting party gathers, and at the front is Elin, a skilled huntress and one of Bjorn’s closest allies. Throughout the hunt, you watch Bjorn and Elin work together seamlessly, their camaraderie growing more obvious with every exchange. They laugh easily, their movements in sync, and Elin stands just a little too close to Bjorn, her touch lingering in ways that unsettle you.

The more you observe, the more you feel like an outsider. It’s not just Elin’s skill that bothers you—it’s the connection between her and Bjorn, a bond you don’t share. As the group pauses for lunch, you find yourself standing apart, distant from both Bjorn and Elin.

That night, by the campfire, you can’t hold back your frustration. “You and Elin seem close,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “You spend more time with her than me.”

Bjorn looks confused. “She’s my partner in the hunt. We’ve done this for years.”

“And that’s all?” you press, unable to hide the jealousy in your voice.

with a soft sigh Bjorn wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to his side